Page 65 of The Sweetest Devotion

Sweat. Cologne. The unmistakable scent of motor oil. Keith.

Being engulfed in his strong arms as he held me up and fucked me was my new favorite thing.

He set me down and offered to clean me up, a gesture that left me speechless as I declined.

I was frozen in place as he went about discarding his condom and adjusting himself.

I didn’t want to move or walk, but suddenly I was starved. All of me just wanted to lay and eat.

Keith didn’t listen as he swooped me up and carried me over to the counter. He set me down and turned on the sink, soon gathering a couple of paper towels and wetting them. I said nothing as he parted my thighs and gently wiped me down.

Tender.

It was a side of Keith I admired. One look at him and I would’ve never seen him being so gentle and attentive. Especially not on the night we met when one glimpse at his face sent me recoiling. He’d looked so angry and mean then. A paradox to who he really was, or what I knew of him so far.

Either way, I liked watching Keith work.

He looked over at me, catching me staring. He smiled and went back to what he was doing and I bit down on my lip to contain my glee.

It was dangerous how much I was attracted to him. How much I couldlike him-like him. How much I wished he’d kiss me already. I wanted to feel his lips on mine while he was inside me. Wanted to feel connected in every way.

Keith finished with his task and threw away the paper towels. When he faced me, offering his hand to help me down from the counter so we could do a little walk of shame out of the restroom, I shook my head.

I needed to get ahold of my bearings. “Give me a minute.”

Keith left me alone and I sank into my position on the counter.

God.

We’d just done that. Public sex in the restroom of a diner. Scratch that,amazingpublic sex in the restroom of a diner. I’d never forget this for as long as I lived. I was completely another person out there when I took off my panties—panties I wished I had currently—and passed them to Keith. My Darling Nikki took over and I commanded Keith’s attention until he was chasing after me into the women’s restroom.

I was living on the edge, young and wild, and I loved it.

At least, I would until I saidI do. When I would leave behind this affair and become a dutiful wife. Till death do us apart and all that.

My mood dampened just a little at the thought of my impending nuptials. Cain was interesting, but he wasn’t what I wanted, no matter how much of a polite effort he put in. When I was with him, it felt like I stepped into an old black and white world where women had no rights and waited for their men to give them orders.

I hated it.

Before I could depress myself, I washed my hands, fixed my dress, and put on a fake smile. One that no one could see through as I exited the restroom and greeted a few people on my way back to my table.

Keith was placing our food in to-go boxes when I got back to the table. The sight made me frown.

I wanted to eat.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I came around him.

Keith kept at what he was doing. When he spoke, his voice was low. “We’re leaving because you got sick in the bathroom.”

Immediately my hand came down to my abdomen. I stole a glance at the counter, catching a few people in Sonny’s Kitchen peeking in our direction. I wondered if they knew. As if there was a neon sign above our heads reading out, WE HAD SEX IN THE BATHROOM! This was so out of character for me, but I didn’t care.

Keith placed our boxes in plastic bags and then took the lead out of the building with me following behind. I’d just managed to take a big sip of my mango-peach lemonade before having to abandon it. Paranoia had me believing I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as we made it out of the diner.

Once we were outside, I could finally breathe and relax.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” I waited until we were near Keith’s truck to properly freak out.

He used his key fob to unlock the doors, smirking as he looked my way. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

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